Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

The soldiers stared with fanatical eyes at what seemed like a shimmering hell.

They are monsters who only want to live there, only want to live in this world filled with war.

It doesn't matter if you see yourself as a worthless pig, or as cannon fodder to be consumed; you can glorify death and violence.

Then one by one

London quickly fell, and the Royal Knights, modeled after the Knights of the Round Table but actually descendants of Van Helsing, the leading vampire hunter of the modern era, guarded this last territory, protecting the last remaining government officials of England.

However, her strongest trump card—Accademia—had not yet returned to London and was still adrift at sea on an unmanned ship.

At this moment, she was facing a sudden attack from the army of undead, and was in a very dangerous situation.

Just as she was about to confront the undead German soldiers, Father Andersen, the priest of the church who was supposed to be the enemy force relentlessly pursuing the undead, suddenly appeared and killed the attacking German soldiers.

The soldiers watched as their comrades were pierced by countless guns and swords, and golden, glowing, church-style paper fell from the sky, killing them in a gruesome manner. They immediately realized who had arrived. The once incredibly frenzied and unruly undead felt fear again, a fear they hadn't experienced in a long time. In the darkness, cold sweat dripped down the sides of those pairs of bright red eyes.

Assassin, Decapitation Hunter, Regenerator, Angel Dust, Gunsword Priest.

The priest, hailed as the nemesis of the undead, was precisely the most dedicated witcher to dealing with these modified undead soldiers.

Andersen, who was originally only here on the orders of the Vatican Archbishop to monitor Intura, the contemporary leader of the Royal Knights who were the masters of Accardo, could not bear to see his sworn enemy die at the hands of others—especially at the hands of a group of "dead men." For once, he stood up to help his enemy.

The priest, descending amidst a roaring and maniacal laugh and bathed in the blood of his enemies, turned his head toward his "nemesis," the blonde woman Intgra, who was now utterly disheveled and covered in blood, without Alucard's protection.

Integula gritted her teeth and cried out, "Alexander Andersen!"

The priest burst into laughter, his lips curling into an exaggerated, ferocious grin: "While bleeding from his nose, he shouted at the monstrous army that resembled a thousand horses—'Come on, I'll fight you!' Did you hear me, Heinkar?"

Did you hear that, Yumie?

At that moment, following the priest's call, Intgra's gaze was drawn to the sky, where she saw two young clergy members, a man and a woman, standing on the main building behind them. Even the girl, dressed in nun's habit, had a style more suited to combat, and was equipped with swords and other weapons. Under the moonlight, they exuded a chilling aura, highlighting their identity as a special operations unit of the church. In the past, they would have been doing work similar to the Inquisition or the agents of the neighboring Moon World.

Before his disciples could respond, Andersen said coldly, "That's right, this guy, this woman, she's our enemy."

As he spoke, as if he could not bear it any longer, he stretched out his hands, which trembled as if he wanted to use tremendous force to snap Intgra's neck, but Andersen did not do so, he just stared intently at Intgra.

"Our arch-enemy—!"

When the disciples reminded the priest that their task was merely to monitor, let alone help Van Helsing, wouldn't that be a serious overreach of authority?

The priest, however, didn't think so. He wondered if they would just stand there and watch obediently.

The ones who can defeat the greatest evil and the greatest heresy of this century are the clergy of their church; "only we can defeat them."

Andersen: "We won't give this right to anyone, nor will we allow anyone to interfere."

Nobody will do! Nobody will do!

The priest, with a ferocious and crazed expression, roared loudly, looking terrifying.

Faced with this madman, the ghoul soldiers shouted: "You traitor! Are you here to ruin our plans?!"

After the group gradually recovered, their red eyes lit up again.

However—

Andersen: "Shut up, dead men shouldn't talk."

It was at this very moment, just as night broke through the universe and descended into the sky, that the opposing sides were immediately drawn to the scene on the horizon that resembled divine punishment.

"Heavens, in the sky!! What, what is that?"

The soldiers looked up.

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Chapter Sixty-Three: The Fanatic's Brain Circuit—God said: The world is defiled!

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Unlike the soldiers who were stunned, and then even overwhelmed by the bizarre celestial phenomena, and dominated by an instinctive fear.

Andersen was the first to look up and sense the unusual change in the sky.

White, salty white, pure white salt snow is falling!

Each grain seems to contain a powerful will to purify all filth, an absolute self, an absolute righteousness. Anything not permitted by it and defined as evil cannot survive in such a world.

Even if this phenomenon did not intentionally harbor any murderous intent towards the undead, the very slightest trace of the will it contained terrified these "dead," making them feel as if they could not breathe.

Then they witnessed an even more terrifying scene, as if the great flood of Napishtim had descended upon them!

The other half of the sky was dyed a golden yellow, completely different from silver. However, the golden sky shattered, and countless floods swept down from the cracked hole.

The end times described in the Book of Revelation seem to be just around the corner!

It completely disrupted everyone's rhythm.

Andersen stared wide-eyed at the miraculous scene in the sky with unprecedented seriousness. Even as the most devout believer, like Accardo—no matter how devout a Christian in the world, no one had ever witnessed the descent of God before!

This scene resembles the prelude to God's coming in the Book of Revelation, truly a "miracle" as if God were about to descend!

This massive commotion far surpasses the dead river of Alucard, the king of monsters, humanity's most terrifying enemy to date!

One can clearly sense that the calamity descending from the sky was nothing more than the arrival of "a wisp of will".

Perhaps it was precisely because of Andersen's unique circumstances that he was able to perceive it so clearly.

No, it wasn't some revelation, nor was it God trying to destroy the world. That will was so sublime and great, mysterious and terrifying, that its mere presence, without any malice towards humanity, had already caused this calamity that seemed to threaten to destroy everything.

Suddenly—Andrewson, this true man who never sheds tears but only blood, who could continue fighting even with his arm broken and only a strip of flesh connecting it, was moved to tears for the first time!

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable!"

As "a member of the traitor Judas," they are now witnessing a miracle.

No, this is their dereliction of duty; it is proof of their unforgivable and heinous inertia and evil.

After the initial excitement came a deep-seated self-loathing.

How corrupt must humanity have become for a god, who has not performed miracles or manifested himself on earth for a long time in human history, to send down such an extraordinary phenomenon?!

Ah, isn't this proof of their dereliction of duty, as Ezrael the Traitor Judas?

They are the sword in God's hand, willing to become God's sharp blade; even bloodless and tearless monsters will defend the Lord's glory and cleanse the world of evil.

For this reason, he regarded Alucard, the king of monsters among monsters, and his tamer, the Van Helsing of this generation, Indra, as his nemesis.

Even in the hundreds of years since Alucard's birth and growth, such an apocalyptic spectacle has never occurred, yet today it has unfolded.

Salt and flood—both are symbols of God.

Just as salt must be added to God's offerings, water has no taste—but salt dissolves in water and gives it taste, so too God, though invisible, is omnipresent.

The arrival of salt and water symbolizes the coming of God, and the world-destroying flood that descended from the sky is like a myth reenactment, a miracle that has only appeared in myths and cannot be verified or confirmed in reality!

Without a doubt, this is the glory of God!!

And then—and then what?! What made God so disappointed in them that He descended upon them?

Suddenly one by one

Andersen's gaze fell upon the last remaining force that he had never taken seriously, the one that had surrounded him and the English high command under Intgra—the remnants of the Third Reich, these defeated ghoul soldiers transformed from ghouls.

Even facing an entire army alone, even if he wasn't a Heroic Spirit, even in this world of low mystery, Anderson, as one of the world's strongest warriors and a pinnacle of humanity, suddenly contorted his expression with rage, gritting his teeth!

That's the kind of hatred that's meant to break your gums and squeeze them until they bleed, not the kind that's already been squeezed until they bleed!

"Oh! I get it, I get it!"

What a slack! Such dereliction of duty!

Regardless of their strength or weakness, vampires are as weak and pathetic as ants in the eyes of the gods, utterly trash!

Even an ant is not as filthy a monster as this, and is not worth mentioning to the Lord.

Its very existence is utter trash that defiles the eyes of God.

Such trash, in the past, would have been nothing more than a drop in the ocean for human society, given its natural development.

But now...

Right before his eyes, the dead, Cheng Jun, appeared before him as openly as a herd of pigs.

An army composed entirely of ghouls is now attempting to conquer the prosperous cities of a great human nation.

Did this reenactment of the horrors of hell on earth anger the gods?

As a priest, he felt disgust and anger at his failure to immediately eradicate the filth before him, at his own negligence, at how he had been so focused on viewing Arcadio and Indra as mortal enemies that he had forgotten about the phenomenon before him, and at the injustice he had committed to the sacred.

Then he finally spoke again: "Before me, the dead dare to walk! The undead form legions, march in ranks, deviating from the only law—attempting to pass through with heretical methods—we, we, Escaros [traitors], I will absolutely not let go...!"

Boom!

Amidst the fluttering golden pages of the book, the enraged priest crossed his gun and sword in a crucifixion.

On the other side, his disciples, also clergy and members of the traitorous Judas group, were naturally awestruck by the miracle in the sky. After the initial disbelief and excitement subsided...

After sensing the priest's anger and the unprecedented, immense killing intent he harbored towards the ghouls below!!

Having a good understanding of the teacher's personality, they quickly figured out Andersen's thought process after a little thought.

And now, they actually felt that their guess was highly likely!

What else could possibly attract the attention of the gods in this land teeming with heretics and filthy monsters?

Thinking of this, even as truly devout believers, they felt fear and unease, no longer possessing the composure they had shown under the moonlight!

That's right, kill them all! They should immediately help the priest kill all these ghouls! Purge all evil to atone for their sins!

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Chapter Sixty-Four: When Saints and Saintesses Look at Judas

When believers pray to God, God is able to hear them.

Amen!

God: I'm listening.